Aerith's hair—it sometimes looked brown, but in certain lights, it was gold. But now, being wrapped in the winter air with the fractals of snow landing on it, it just glittered like golden silk. Riley would have been mesmerized by this in any other given situation, but now…
…right now was probably the first time that Riley felt a little awkward.
"...Aerith?" Riley could really only blink as he looked at Aerith from the floor. As for Aerith, she wasn't looking at her face, but rather at his… hard thing that was resting in between Osk's… round and plump lower cheeks.
"..."
"..."
"Good morning, Aerith," and so, the only thing Riley could really do was wave his hand.
"Wh—Get up!" Aerith then quickly looked away as she grabbed Riley's arm. Before she could pull Riley away, however, Osk tightened her thighs and locked Riley even tighter as she grabbed Aerith's wrist.
"I said you can wait for your turn, Princess."
